What this be ladies and gents. is a casual reminder that while we may love nature, we do not have to love that which grows it. In a word: rain. (cringe)
The dictionary def. for which is thus: "water falling in drops from vapor condensed in the atmosphere."
Whoever created such a banal explanation for something which causes so much joy and so many soggy shoes, pant hems, socks, hairs etc. obviously never visited Oregon else wise they might instead considered jotting: "A noxious substance comprising two parts H and one part O, deflater and elater of a simple farmers prayers, heaven send of flowers, creator of countless muddy, jumpable puddles, smiter of all haircare product attempts, cause for yearly-ish purchase of wipers and scrouge of innumerable cats."
Don't get me wrong. Rain is lovely. Beautiful. Smell-nice-i-ful. Reason for a good book, hot soup and curling up in front a fire-i-ful.
It's the wet part that cats, hair stylists, short people with wet pants hems and most of the general female populace might consider petitioning against.
Am I wrong??
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